Imprisoned

Chapter # 5

"When can I go home?"

"Tomorrow." He said, blowing out his cig on the ashtray and getting up.

"I have listened to your terms and after signing them, you are going to listen to mine." He told me sternly.

"No, tell me now."

"Sign them." He ordered.

My heart raced, biting my lips in consternation of the power he held over me. I only took the papers and signed them with my shaky hands, letting out a final tear of my defeat. I signed the papers, handing my liberty to the cruel soul in front of me.

"Good." He smirked darkly, taking the paper and giving it to his lawyer.

"Dress her up and send her to my room." He ordered Maria and left me.

My whole being froze upon hearing it, I looked at him to request but he was no longer there.

"No.." I whispered, getting up, shaking my head.

"Come on, girl."

"NO! I am not going to do it! Can't you see?! I married him forcefully! Do you-"

"Did you say something?" His voice interrupted, ceasing my voice immediately. What terrifying horrors he elicited in my soul. He walked closer.

"Tell me what you are telling her." He dared me, narrowing his eyes at me. My lips formed a thin line, shaking my head no.

"N.. Nothing." I whispered helplessly, taking a step back, not daring to enrage him.

"Good."

He motioned to Maria and left.

My mind was still trying to cope with how he manages to manipulate my body by his one command.

Without arguing further, I let Maria do what she wanted. Dressing me up like a porcelain doll.

Adorning my body with an expensive dress and a little makeup to hide my destruction behind fake beauty and emerge as the princess for her Prince.

My heart rate amplified when we stood outside his room and she made me go inside, licking my lips timidly. I walked inside his room.

Befitting for a King, adorned with expensive decors, giving me eerie sensations and dread.

Swallowing hard, I looked up and saw him right in front of me in his white shirt, the first two buttons were opened, revealing his toned chest.

His sleeves were rolled upward to his elbows neatly, smirking ominously at my petite form while twirling a pocket knife around his fingers, scrutinizing my form.

Intensified by his action, my swinging heartbeats were about to burst in my chest.

'Oh my God, he has a knife in his hands, is he going to kill me with it?' I thought fretfully.

Looking up to his assertive form fearfully, I gave him a pleading look to cease this torment but he would never until he sucked the pleasure out of it.

He took a step closer as I instinctively took one back, hitching my breath while holding the hem of my dress tightly in apprehension wreaking havoc in my body.

"Are you afraid?"

He spoke up after a prolonged silence, tracing his knife on my shoulder, moving upward to lift my chin as the tip was one centimeter away from my throat.

I gulped, shutting my eyes, not replying to him.

"You should be."

He pulled away the knife and threw it away, walking closer to me, I moved back until he wrapped his hand around my waist, leaning my face closer to his face, boring his dangerous eyes into mine.

His hand was placed over mine, "First, you must not tell anyone what happened here, about this marriage, about us." He began to say, bringing his hand upward,

"Second, seal your lips about what you saw that day."

He tapped his index finger on my shoulder and moved it upward to my cheek, cupping.

Not daring to remove my eyes from his onyx ones, I only let him continue his action. Trembling, startled, frightened but caged.

"Third, you are not going to stop me..."

My heart pounding in an unexplainable swamp of fear and raze, clasping my freedom to his commands.

He moved his hand to my hairs and pulled them tightly as I whimpered in pain.

"Fourth, Cut all your connections with your Fiancé." He hissed with his face perniciously close to mine.

Utterly defeated, I knew only agreeing on his term could get me my ticket to freedom and I needed it badly.

Lowering my head, I gave him a nod, sniffing to not cry.

"Good." He said, letting go of me.

I stood still in my place, looking down, bracing myself for his next action, "I don't trust you, a man of mine would keep an eye on you and if you dared to do anything, I gave him full permission to kill your parent or Lover."

"I-I won't.. Do anything." I whispered, helpless but I needed light rather than stay captured in his farmhouse.

He hummed before approaching me once again. My feet affixed with the marble floor, An inscrutable look hardened his features.

Stopped at my eyes, he slid his finger under my chin, leaning down to my neck, his lip too close to mark my skin as his prey, his hot breath created a tension in the traces.

Looking down, I remained like a statue, curling my hands and closing my eyes to not witness the depraved sight.

He growled in my ears, making my shiver violently, testing my capacity for forbearance by non-existence intimacy.

"P-Please, Sir..." I whimpered.

He wanted to see the extent of heartbreak I could bear and I won't let him see it so I gasped and pulled away from him.

Amusement by my reaction, he lowered his head and began to laugh loudly, evilly. The sound was horrifying, menacing, grieving my soul by his controlling power.

The mocking sound, dismayed me but swallowing it heavy lump, I awaited his next torture which came with a taunt.

"Bold of you to assume I hold lust for you." He snickered, dying down his laugh.

Shaking his head in disappointment and I was left flabbergasted by his statement of indirectly rejecting me after devouring me to the core.

I gave him a furious look, after all that, he didn't hold lust?

But, he continued, "Well, but I am kind enough so you have two options, honey."

His smirk came back, ten times stronger than before, "You can either undress and let me do the rest or..."

His amusement faltered, signaling he was not giving me any options, his next words are a command for me to follow.

"Get the hell out."

And without thinking twice, I ran out of his room. 

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What do you think Prince is planning to do?